In My Bedroom
You torment my soul.
MSN isn't flashing
Texts aren't beeping.
*BEEP*
The caster chair I dwell in
roars across lamenate flooring.
'1 New Message'
'View'
'Orange currently has great new offers on new mobile phones...'
Wasn't bothered at first
kissing your nose
I didn't realise
what I had.
Your hand in mine,
a smooth hand slips inside the rear of my faded jeans.
Contented.
This was the beginning.
Out of my window,
the bus stop you could have stood at,
the garden we could have played in.
Empty and lonely;
under-used.
I can't wash you off my skin.
Tell me songs to start moving again.
When dreams are that close
it's difficult to let go.
Hope you met your match.
This was the end.
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